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Chapter 720: Fist of the Beast King! (2)
Deep in the forest of beasts.
Above the white snow, the wind suddenly rose.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and a fist suddenly passed through the void and appeared in front of the trunk of a giant tree that had probably been growing for hundreds of years. The fist hit the trunk of the tree.
Following the fist, a man with purple hair and purple eyes, wearing only a thin outfit, appeared under the giant tree.
"Eh?!" Withdrawing his fist, Yasheng's purple eyes looked at the giant tree in front of him with some confusion, "Why, can't it be possible?!"
As soon as his voice fell, the giant tree in front of him suddenly shook violently, and then countless broken leaves and branch fragments fell from his head. In an instant, the century-old giant pine also turned into pieces and collapsed on the snow.
Cover all the years of snow under it.
Yasheng's body was covered with dust and dust, and he couldn't stop coughing due to choking. He hurriedly pulled it out and pointed the dust off his face. Looking at the big tree that had turned into dust, his face showed joy.
Behind him, a familiar smell approached, followed by a familiar voice.
"Congratulations, Yasheng!"
Turning to look at Xiao Yao who was walking in front of him, Yasheng slowly raised his right hand, "I think I have learned how to control my power!"
"You have surpassed yourself!" Xiao Yao nodded affirmatively, looking at him covered in dust, he naturally raised his palm to pat him.
"No!" Grabbing her wrist, Yasheng's eyes fell deeply on her flawless little hands, "I'll make your hands dirty!"
Feeling the change in his mood, Xiao Yao took her palm out of his wrist without revealing any trace, took a few steps back, and slowly drew the sword in her hand.
"Come, let's spar again and see if your fist is faster or my sword is faster!"
"Okay!" Yasheng said with a solemn expression, "Start!"
Before Shizi finished speaking, the two people had disappeared on the spot at the same time. No one could be seen in the mid-air, except for the sudden whistling of the wind, and occasionally dazzling stars flickered across the mid-air like shooting stars.
Fallen leaves rustled down in the forest, and there were several giant trees. Some were cut into several pieces and still stood in place, while some were smashed into pieces and disintegrated in the wind.
After a moment, the two men appeared again, and Yasheng's fist came to a stop less than half an inch away from Xiao Yao's chest with a strong wind.
On the side of his neck, a lock of purple hair was slowly falling.
"You win!" Xiao Yao sheathed his sword.
"If your sword hadn't cut my hair, but cut my throat, I would be dead now!" Yasheng's boxer spread out, gently pinched a lock of black hair hanging on her shoulders, and gently swayed it on her fingertips.
Said, "Your hair has grown, it should be tied up!"
"It's just a burden!" Xiao Yao turned forward and cut his hair short with a dagger as he walked, "You continue to practice, I'll go see how they are training!"
Her hair fell off her fingers like silk. Yasheng lowered his face and looked at his left hand. In his left hand, he was holding a log-colored hairpin. The hairpin was very simple, and it was obviously carved from wood with one knife and one knife.
It's very rough, but it's polished to be extremely gentle.
"Xiao Yao!" He summoned up the courage to call her name.
"Huh?!" She turned around immediately, loosened her fingers at will, and let a lock of hair fall from her fingers, "Is something wrong?!"
"No, no!" Yasheng hid the wooden hairpin with his palm, "I just want to say, you... seem to have not smiled for a long time!"
"Really?!" She turned around and continued forward with a faint voice, "Maybe there is no reason to laugh!"